The Embrace

It started in a nightclub,
All cigarette smoke and booze fetor,
An alluring dress perhaps too short,
A dance here,
A brush of the hand there,
One too many spirits led you here,

To this dank alley,
With him,
Tonights paramour,
Through beer goggles,
He appeared a prince charming,
But in truth he is a lord of the night,

Under this bright moon,
So begins the embrace,
But not with loving lips,
With feral fangs,
Momentary pain,
And then cold ecstasy,

Your body goes icy,
As this blasphemous magic takes you,
Your vitality drains away,
You die,
But you don’t,
A change comes over you,

You shall never see the daylight again,
The sun shall be your enemy,
Your not-so grim reaper,
You are damned to this new unlife,
One of the kindred,
A vampire.

Arcadia

Beware the Fae,
The gentry of Arcadia,
The red queens and lords of the hunt,
Beings of glamour and madness,
They long for new playthings,

They’ll take you,
The Others,
Kicking and screaming,
Through the labyrinthine paths of thorns,
To their twisted wonderlands,

The emerald thorns,
Of the supernal hedge,
They’ll tear you up body and spirit,
You’ll be unrecognisable,
A changeling,

Your life will be ousted by another,
A simulacrum of your form,
A perfect fetch,
Nobody will know you’ve been taken,
Nobody shall even miss you,

A fairyland of wyrd,
A realm of hobgoblins and trolls,
Pixies and elementals,
Memories will become as dreams,
Are you still yourself?

Will you remember who you were?
Will you escape?
Claw your way back through the hedge,
Collapse finally in the world you were born,
A world you no longer belong in,

But remember,
Faeries are spiteful things,
Who’s to say they won’t come looking?
Nobody likes losing a toy after all.